Our steeds are foot weary with a long day's journey.

Give us the shelter of your barns and a bundle of fodder and we will be content.

We have food and drink with us.

Open, and be not afraid." "Of what country are you?
Are you of the household of the Sieur de Retz ?" "Nay," cried James again, "we are pilgrims returning to our own city of Albi in the Tarn country.

We know nothing of any Sieur de Retz.
Look forth from a window and satisfy yourself." "Then if there be treachery in your hearts, beware," said the tremulous voice again; "for I have four young men here by me whose powder guns are even now ready to fire from all the windows if you mean harm." A white face looked out for a moment from the casement, and as quickly ducked within.